Next to the wound , what women make best is the bandage

Next to the wound , what women make best is the bandage

Women, can't live with them, can't live without them.

Women, can't live with them, can't live without them.

If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to read more

If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base.

No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice read more

No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes she were not.

There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
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What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter than a fire? A woman.
What lighter than a woman? Nothing.
[Lat., Vente quid levius? fulgur. Quid fulgure? flamma
Flamma quid? mulier. Quid mulier? nihil.]

Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
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Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
But the shrewdness of their shrewdness and the rudeness of their
rudeness,
Are as nothing to their goodness when they're good.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.